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[boobwindow]

[ The ID on the Network appears as Power Girl.

As the audio begins, anyone with a good ear or paying close attention will notice there isn’t complete radio silence between the time the feed turns on and when a woman begins speaking. There’s a passing wind that lightly filters in through the speaker – and are those wings flapping in the distance? ]

Okay, I get it; Lachesis does not appreciate a hands on approach. Does she really call herself that? I guess she doesn’t get memos, but I thought I washed my hands of this alternate universe mess a while ago and I’m seriously not interested in being apart of it.

The City... that’s original. [ A light scoff. ] Should have stuck with New York.

If anyone from the JSA or the League is—oh. One second. [ The audio cuts for about five minutes before it’s switched back on and Peej sighs. ] That was a close call.

Sorry, as I was saying: All-stars or JSA, Leaguers, Titans, heck even Legionnaires ... this is Power Girl. I think I’ve gotten the gist of the situation, but if there’s anything else I need to be briefed on get in contact with me ASAP.

[ Not that her voice will betray how she really feels, but she really hopes she’s not stuck in another alternate universe by herself again. ]

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voice;

[waiting]

Uh... you okay, there?

[ That was a long pause, okay. ]

permavoice

[boobwindow]

[ Nope, not a name she recognizes. ]

I'm fine. Just made a wrong turn in the universe.

video; huntress comm 1/??

[amiga]

[Holy crap.









Holy crap holy crap holy crap!!!!!]

[amiga]

Power Girl!

[There's a sharp inhale. Helena can't believe her eyes.]

done

[amiga]

It is you! It's really you!

voice

[acrossyourpath]

Nice name. [ She's not being sarcastic. But her tone has it's usual lightheartedness. ] I'm assuming you are a superhero, not a professional wrestler -- even if 'All Stars' and 'Titans' sound like sports teams.

You okay over there?

[video]

[foreverbouncing]

[Charlie, in mask, in the Oracle chair so she's tinted kind of a green color by all the monitors, and using her Misfit comm, has kind of a silly grin on her face.]

Dude. Power Girl! Hey!

permavoice for now

[boobwindow]

[ Eidetic memory is both a blessing and curse. She hasn't forgotten this voice since the Crisis. She could never forget -- not when she's heard them in both dreams and nightmares.

Her heart sinks into her stomach and she takes a deep breath. ]

What? [ She doesn't need to turn on the video and she's absolutely afraid to suddenly. ] No. No. Not this again.

permavoice

[boobwindow]

We have better costumes than those guys. Plus it's all fake -- you know.

[ Well, the people seem friendly so far. ]

I'm okay. Who is this I'm speaking to exactly?

Voice

[viced]

You know, the native population doesn't exactly like it when people make fun of the name, ah, Power Girl.

[ A beat. SCREECHING INTERNALLY. ] Sorry, though, you're kind of stuck here.

permavideo

[boobwindow]

[ Squint into the feed. She's still high up in the sky, but there's a skyscraper near her. ]

Misfit? You're here, too?

permavoice

[boobwindow]

Whatever happened to originality? The City could be anywhere and -- you know what, that's the least of my problems.

[ THE LAST THING SHE WANTED TO HERE. ]

That A.I. has a built in self-defense mechanism, is that what you mean?

[viced]

Several of them, actually. It's unfortunate, but some of us have been here for a while. It's really shit news, I know.

[amiga]

Not this again?

[For Helena, this is everything she's ever wanted. It's like a dream. A joyous, reunion of a dream.]

[boobwindow]

How long are we talking?

[viced]

Er-- Well, I've been here almost four years.

[foreverbouncing]

[She remembers her! Charlie has the biggest grin for a second.]

Yeah! For ages and ages. There's some other people from back there too here...not sure who, I haven't been keeping the best track lately.

[boobwindow]

[ Her voice wavers, despite her attempts to control it. ]

I'm not -- who is it now? Ultra-Humanite? Psycho-Pirate? This is getting old and I'm not in the damn mood for it.

This isn't real. [ Because if Helena is here, then it obviously can't be.

Right? ]

[boobwindow]

Four?

I definitely don't have that kind of time to spare.

[boobwindow]

[ Michael's databases help. ]

How long, Misfit? And who else is here?

Tell me everything you know.

[amiga]

Psycho-Pirate...? I don't--

[Could it be the Karen doesn't recognize her? Maybe this is a scenario like with Kara...]

You have to believe me, PG. This is real. I'm here and you're here.

[viced]

None of us do, actually. Thankfully, time stops, back home. At least in my experience. In some weird way, she's got a modicum of control over time too, or at least she can put you right back where -- when -- you come from.

[boobwindow]

So this A.I. drags us into a little bubble where time doesn't pass and expects us to do her bidding.

[ Wow, that totally doesn't sound suspiciously evil at all. ]

Nobody can reprogram her?

[viced]

Unfortunately.

Believe me, we've got enough fucking supergeniuses that if she could be reprogrammed, she would've been by now.

[boobwindow]

[ She looks into the feed, still holding back from showing her own face. It's bad enough her voice reveals how anxious she is -- she doesn't want this person -- Helena -- to see it on her face. ]

You can't prove that. [ She doesn't sound so sure. ] I've done this whole song and dance. Every time I think it's real --

[ She stops. This is not the place for it. ]

... Where are you?